PHOENIX TOP AND DRAGON BOTTOM 40

Chapter 40: The Rascal’s Tantrum and Han’s Punishment

Feng Xuanyang whistled leisurely, carrying Long Qinghan on his shoulder, swaggering down the street.

Long Qinghan, pressure points sealed and draped over Feng Xuanyang’s back, gritted his teeth. He’d tried using his recently advanced martial arts to break free, but it was useless. He couldn’t figure out what unique technique Feng Xuanyang had used. However, on closer reflection, the initial pressure point attack seemed light. Later, it was as if Feng Xuanyang had deliberately made him believe he was in trouble, prompting him to break through to the next martial realm. In that sense, Feng Xuanyang had indirectly helped him. Otherwise, if Feng Xuanyang had truly intended to immobilize him, he would be completely helpless, just as he was now.

Long Qinghan was thin-skinned. Being carried through the wilderness was one thing, but now, in the city, if anyone saw him like this, he would lose all face.

So, as soon as strangers passed by, Long Qinghan lowered his head, burying his face.

Feng Xuanyang, on the other hand, was thick-skinned. He greeted passersby with a smile, and whenever someone asked what he was carrying, he would pat Long Qinghan’s bottom and chuckle, “My wife is being disobedient, I’m taking her for some discipline.”

People would giggle and point, and Long Qinghan fumed. Hanging upside down, blood rushing to his head, his anger flared, threatening to set his mind ablaze.

Oblivious, Feng Xuanyang continued strolling, buying snacks, browsing antiques. Finally, he stopped before a building, looked it over, and walked in.

The moment he stepped inside, a pungent mix of fragrances assaulted his nose. Women flocked to him, chattering and teasing. Even without seeing the sign outside, Long Qinghan knew this was a brothel.

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Tl nswzed’v kxytkdl obyv Wldt Dwyduydt kdvldele.

Wldt Dwyduydt pxkajle, cawpbkdt sqq vbl oydelakdt bydep, bkp lulp qzypbkdt okvb y pbyar tzkdv vbyv pnyale vbl osxld yoyu.

Tl vbld rwv sd y byaxzlpp lmralppksd yde pxkzle yv vbl xyeyx, “G vsr-qzssa assx.”

Fvyavzle cu bkp lyazkla zssj, vbl xyeyx jdlo Wldt Dwyduydt oypd’v psxlsdl vs vakqzl okvb. Fbl rzypvlale sd y qyodkdt pxkzl, “Sktbv yoyu! Dkysnwk, vyjl vblpl vos twlpvp vs vbl Mkydgk assx.”

“Zlp, xyeyx.”

Wldt Dwyduydt pxkzle yde qszzsole vbl tkaz nyzzle Dkysnwk wrpvykap.

Slynbkdt y zwmwakswp assx, Dkysnwk srldle vbl essa, csole, yde ypjle, “Ebyv lzpl nyd R tlv qsa usw, pka?”

Wldt Dwyduydt rywple, vkzvkdt bkp blye. “Txx? Ebyv lzpl? Ebyv es usw byhl?”

Xiaocui, seemingly new, blushed, leaned in, and whispered a few words.

Feng Xuanyang’s eyes lit up with increasing interest. He gave a wicked grin. “Bring me everything!”

Xiaocui, face flushed, bowed and left, closing the door behind her.

Feng Xuanyang whistled, swaggered in, and dumped Long Qinghan onto the bed. He then stretched theatrically. “Qinghan, you’re so heavy! You need to lose some weight.”

“…” Carrying me for so long, even if you’re not tired, you should be sore. Serves you right.

“Eh? That look on your face… are you dissatisfied? Tsk, I carried you all this way. Even if it wasn’t hard work, it was still tiring! That expression… you deserve a beating!” He flipped Long Qinghan over. Slap, slap! Long Qinghan’s buttocks received a few palms.

“…” Damn you, damn you! I’ll kill you, Feng Xuanyang! I’ll kill you!

“Achoo, achoo… Eh? Why am I sneezing? Oh, I know! You must be cursing me in your heart. You deserve a beating!” Slap, slap, slap! More palms fell.

“…” Feng… Xuanyang…

Unaware of Long Qinghan’s inner turmoil, Feng Xuanyang stopped hitting and tapped his chin, staring at him.

Long Qinghan was furious and frustrated, his face pressed into the bed. He finally managed to turn his head and move his lips, hoping Feng Xuanyang would release his pressure points. Feng Xuanyang ignored him, instead starting to grope him, muttering appreciatively about his physique.

Finished groping, a wicked glint entered Feng Xuanyang’s eyes. He reached for Long Qinghan’s clothes, lifting the hem of his robe, slowly tracing his fingers up his back. As if touching the whip scars there, Feng Xuanyang’s hand paused, an unreadable expression flitting across his face.

A cool breeze grazed his back, making Long Qinghan shiver. Feng Xuanyang seemed startled and withdrew his hand. Just as Long Qinghan thought he was finally free, Feng Xuanyang’s hand slid into his pants, pinching and toying with his buttocks.

“…” Bastard! Bastard!

As if hearing his plea, a knock interrupted Feng Xuanyang’s escalating actions.

Feng Xuanyang went to the door and opened it. It was Xiaocui, carrying some unknown items and blushing as she handed them to him. Behind her, several burly men carried in a large tub of bathwater.

Feng Xuanyang took the items, flashing a wicked grin that deepened Xiaocui’s blush. She quickly bowed and scurried away, the men following after placing the tub.

Closing the door, Feng Xuanyang stared at the items, then at Long Qinghan on the bed, his eyes gleaming with malice.

He went over and resumed his exploration of Long Qinghan’s back beneath his robes. “Qinghan, oh Qinghan, you attempted to murder your own husband. How should I punish you?”

“…” Get lost, you bastard!

“What? I can’t hear you.” Feng Xuanyang leaned closer, blowing into Long Qinghan’s ear. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Oh, I see! So you want this kind of punishment! Mm-hmm, I understand.”

“…” Get lost! How could I have told you that?!

Having finished his monologue, Feng Xuanyang rolled Long Qinghan over and touched his flushed face. “Eh? Qinghan, why is your face so hot? Are you feverish?”

“…” Yes, yes, I’m feverish! Let me go and take my medicine.

“Heehee, don’t worry. After some exercise with me, you’ll be cured!” Feng Xuanyang quickly undid his belt and stripped Long Qinghan naked, even removing his hair ornament. Long Qinghan thought he saw a flicker of something in Feng Xuanyang’s eyes as he removed the ornament, but he was too distracted to dwell on it. Feng Xuanyang’s wicked hands began to roam his body, pressing on his sensitive spots.

Having been intimate with Feng Xuanyang many times, his vulnerabilities were well known. Soon, desire rose within him, his breath growing ragged.

“…” Bastard, bastard, bastard!

Feng Xuanyang, oblivious to the curses, stopped when he felt Long Qinghan’s arousal. He then removed his own clothes, standing naked before him.

Long Qinghan glanced at the toned physique and turned away in shame. Feng Xuanyang grabbed his chin, turning his face back and kissing him deeply. Their lips intertwined, a tantalizing thread of saliva connecting them as their tongues danced, savoring each other’s taste. This kiss, after so many days apart, intoxicated Long Qinghan, pulling him under.

Lost in the kiss, Long Qinghan returned to his senses to find himself in hot water. Steam rose around him, amplifying the heat and his desire.

Watching the flush on Long Qinghan’s pale face, his skin glowing in the mist, Feng Xuanyang caressed his face, tracing his fingers from his forehead to his slightly parted lips, slipping a finger inside to tease.

“Mmm…” A soft moan escaped Long Qinghan’s lips. He opened his eyes, glancing around, and realized he was in the water. He startled, trying to move, only to find his pressure points still sealed.

“Damn it!” he cursed, realizing he could speak again. He stared at a grinning Feng Xuanyang, then repeated in disbelief, “Damn it, you bastard.”

This curse was quieter than his previous thoughts, but Feng Xuanyang still heard. His eyes narrowed, his smile turning predatory. Long Qinghan, thinking he hadn’t been heard, lowered his head and continued muttering, “Bastard, bastard, bastard…”

He didn’t know how long he cursed, but when he looked up, he was startled. Feng Xuanyang glared at him, fury in his eyes, yet a strange smile played on his lips.

Long Qinghan trembled. “Ah… Ah…”

“Ah what?” Feng Xuanyang pulled Long Qinghan closer, pressing their bodies together, his arousal nudging forward. “Why did you stop cursing?”

“Ah… Ah…” Long Qinghan stared blankly, unable to speak. He knew Feng Xuanyang was angry.

“Hmph, I see your skin is itching for a beating.” Feng Xuanyang lifted Long Qinghan, spreading his legs and settling him on his lap. He stroked his hair, then turned to the items Xiaocui had brought, various tools for enhancing pleasure. He began to consider which one to use to punish Long Qinghan.

Held against Feng Xuanyang’s shoulder, Long Qinghan couldn’t see what he was doing. Taking advantage of this, Feng Xuanyang picked a whip and flicked it, sending a spray of water into the air.

The crack made Long Qinghan flinch. He closed his eyes, the memory of Long Yue’s whipping flashing before him, the bloody scars still vivid on his back.

Sensing Long Qinghan’s distress, realization dawned on Feng Xuanyang. He quickly dropped the whip and cupped Long Qinghan’s face, showering him with kisses until he laughed, then apologized sheepishly.

Long Qinghan shook his head slightly. “It’s alright.”

“Oh? Since you say so…” Feng Xuanyang picked up another item, smiling. “Then I’ll use this to punish you instead.”

Long Qinghan’s eyes widened as he saw the object in Feng Xuanyang’s hand, his body trembling once more.